I was broken and lost,
Always been smart
but the vision got tossed.
Led astray
Now I’m back call it my new start, new day.
I craft code, make pages on the web,
Facial recognition, AI in my head.
Shopify stores, I’m the master, no lie,
Movie databases, bots that reply.
Cloud hosted apps, always online,
But recognition?
Still not mine.
I’m worth six figures, 100K a year,
But no one sees me I just disappear.
Is it my name?
Is that why doors close?
I know the frameworks Vue, Laravel, let’s go.
PHP, Python, I breathe in the scripts,
JavaScript magic in every commit.
Been applying for months… now it’s two years,
Still no open doors just doubt and fears.
My résumé’s sharp a killer, for real,
But it feels like I’m caged, denied the deal.
Non-traditional, college dropout,
Took the long road, still trying to climb out.
Illegal work showed up at my door
feels like I’m drifting away,
All this talent still nothing to say?
Is tech all a hoaxed
Who gets in?
The Albatross grants us its vue
The lamp is bright
to mature your soul
The nonsense makes me numb
The Mermaids of the Canals cry
their demise
They play their best web, swim
Make your plans
tell everyone you've got to lose
to unspun the gilded gauge
amongst a riverway of lies
The Albatross between
the stretch of canals
The Mariner tales his tales
Trains making with their inroads
disputing the canals
The Mermaids also constant
as the tides
lose their right
and death falls the land
the Trains took your kingdom
To torch the earth
and see a rivers reed dissolve
I am dawn
rusty like a ribald blade
You stole my castles without release
I didn't have the standard and logo
to catch on today
The Iceman has left the scene
and I count my loss
then thrumpted it with holes
Launcelot drew at the vue
still working out the time
and counted the dusty envelopes
of the day
Don't blame me if my words aren't fulfilled
to ride on overload
My eyes are full of Ghosts
The evening
wasted, full of masquerades
Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes sentiments,
Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de feindre?
Tant de courage pour affronter l'inconnu,
Pourtant muet devant elle, le cœur en peine.
Qui est-elle, demandez-vous, avec ce sourire éclatant,
Oui, elle en effet, une vision si divine,
Dans le couloir, je l'ai contemplée un moment,
Avec des cheveux comme des rubis, une beauté si fine.
Son sourire, un phare, reste dans mes pensées,
Pourquoi, je me demande, mon cœur incline-t-il ainsi?
Pourquoi elle, le désir de mon âme, de multiples façons,
Pourquoi elle, avec qui je souhaite être, mais ne sais pas.
Elle est merveilleuse, j'ose le proclamer,
Car je l'ai vue danser avec une passion débridée,
Une rougeur ornant ses joues, une flamme pourpre,
Ma conviction s'est approfondie, sans nom mais nommée.
Les jours passent, et je me contente seulement de dire 'Bonjour',
Voulant avouer, mais aussi prendre mon temps.
La confusion m'envahit, les émotions débordent,
Pourtant, la clarté chuchote, guidant où aller.
La question persiste, comment faire les choses bien,
Dans cette danse des cœurs, sous la douce lumière de l'amour.
I wonder now,
If the life of an elephant is worth less than the life of a man,
Men are so vulgar, wicked and vicious,
Men are so inhuman, poor country,
Why shouldn’t an elephant be allowed to breathe?
Allowed to live upright, to love the savannah?
What happened to our past adventures?
What happened to our deepest desires?
The elephant is noble and valiant, courageous,
The sun shines for him as much as for us,
The elephant also knows that he is alive on this earth,
Let him enjoy the view, the life, the day, his children,
His soul is probably more beautiful than ours.
Je me demande désormais,
Si la vie d’un éléphant, vaut moins que la vie d’un homme,
Les hommes sont si vulgaires, méchants et vicieux,
Les hommes sont si inhumains, pauvre pays,
Pourquoi un éléphant n’aurait-il pas le droit de respirer ?
De vivre debout, d’aimer la savane ?
Que sont devenues nos aventures passées ?
Que sont devenus nos désirs profonds ?
L’éléphant est noble et valeureux, courageux,
Le soleil brille pour lui autant que pour nous,
L’éléphant sait aussi qu’il est vivant sur cette terre,
Laissons le profiter de la vue, de la vie, du jour, de ses e
Les Duex, ... On Vue
Strength's, Might;
Le Soliel's Set And Rise!
On Words We Race,
To Victories Place;
The Champs Of Fields,
Our, .... Time!
Knowing myself as only
i unfortunately do
My feebles and my foibles
Whence life becomes nothing
but this to me
This i also know i am not
the many but the few
Who take safety and comfort
in routine
As feeling like a postman or a
milkman following the same
old trodden round commute
I fear far more than change
For if nothing new there be
to see or experience
No corner left to turn every
line runs true and straight
I see no point of journeying
a 1 single step further
I'd far rather choose to press
the red button marked stop
get off and eject myself
To anywhere but right here
right now
Because that to me at very
least represents something
yet to be discovered turning
a corner
As yesterday to me is already
old and in the distant past
Truth be told i am far more
interested in what the future
holds and creating fresh new
memories
Than having to constantly
dredge up and ruin my
most joyful cherished
memories of old
To get me through another
day plagued by endless
Da-Jar-Vue
Pardon my French if you
know what i mean
Celebrations shock gatherings cries of the breath;
And clapping of those masking's while holding their crush;
Labor long and hard, while hurdling soft;
Spills the just of juice;
I can't vue it, just can't vue it...
is the Vogon's contest?
7/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Where are you? I’m at your last known position. Are you whispering in my ear? Crying but a single tear? Wondering if anyone can hear? Spirits who exit the earth, in ways that demand a wider berth, Never can Rest 24 seven. Looked for you 100 times, with volunteers first, then search and rescue pretended friends. Even went on Hispanic TV, for a very short time, to generate interest in thee. Just in case the 18 wheel hearse,headed to ElPaso, crossing the Rio Grande. One thousand dollars, didn’t seem quite enough, to open but never close the book. But dead head loads, need fuel expenses, who cares how high the border fences. Who knew a multi colored why, would on my driveway be drew, for your marker below and in the sky.Because tragedies so easily forgot, shouldn’t be be like sand in the hour glass, hot one day, the next forgot, deja vue, like the biblical lot.
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Mother Says
Mother says biko hapumaka
Je suis fatigué
These things keep revolving
Maybe not like a revolver
If i could only take a sling shot
Hit this situation in the groin
Mother says biko cherum
Be patient oh!
À perte de vue
Tout macherait comme sur des roulettes dit maman
She who would do the impossible
She who would beat the odds
She who is my god in second.
She who starves for her child to eat
She whose tears soften hard rocks
She who is my god, the second
Mother says, jowo oko mi kan se daradara ti o le se
And you'll make it out somehow
O so ti o ba ti mura
Hold my hands, close your eyes
Et laissez-moi vous guilde à travers ce monde sans âme
'Orisha bi iya osi laye yi'
Mother says, jowo mase binu si ibinu
Sabali, soyez patient en tout temps
Be careful enough not to stay out too long
And don't do things you shouldn't,
Do miss me when I'm gone.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
X
Obiozo Osariemen Emmanuel Dr.Jay
We be entwined and entangled,
for spooky action at a distance,
despite our separation.
For I know what you are up to.
I know how and what you think.
I know your feelings, fads and focus.
I know that you know, the same about me.
For we spent so much time being together.
Serendipity loads the dice for chance encounters.
Our fates are intertwined, snared together, entangled.
Recurrences ring the déjà vu party line.
For actions and reactions, spooky at a distance.
"I think it's like, deja vue haiku", particularly after four beers, "special relativity like speaking", only I forgot what I was saying "you know what I mean".
Critique par la société
Seulement vue par sa beauté
Pourquoi doit-on ignorer
Son importance et sa nécessité
Sans elle nous ne serions pas la
Pour profiter de la vie et de ses joies
L'homme peut bien être muscle
Et être plus physiquement doué
Mais la femme mon cher ami
Il n y a rien de plus joli
Pour ainsi être précis
Je crois que je te l'ai deja dis
La femme , mon vieux
Est ce que Dieu a fait de mieux
Un poème pour mon pays
Chère patrie
Le berceau de races
Vous êtes parmi les nombreuse
Avec une grande diversité de vue
Dans ce mulâtre des langues occidentales
Oh grand triangle!
Tu te lèves et te couches
Comme les marées océaniques
Dans ce beau paysage
En patois et en cultures
Dis-moi que tu n'es pas corrompu
Refuse la discrimination raciale
Pays de paix
Rivière de crevettes, Afrique en miniature
Oh Cameroun mon beau pays !
When I was a Lad
by Bob Moore
I still remember, when I was a lad
the head of the house, was the one we called dad
he’d go off to work, and mam would keep house
look after the kids, be quiet as a mouse
He’d come home when shift ended, and sit in his chair
wasn’t much said, cuppa tea waiting there
mam did all the washing, the cleaning and such
no TV, no internet, not very much
Sometimes, if she had to, a part time job she’d get
selling tickets at Belle Vue, or maybe the Met
or at the Apollo, in Ardwick Green
the Hippodrome too, some stars there, she’d seen
or the Midland Hotel, up on Hyde road
to make a quid, and pay what we owed
us kids didn’t know this, we all just played
and if mam and dad worked, at the neighbours we stayed
we knew all the neighbours, and we would just roam
until the street lights came on, then we’d go home
mam would be waiting, or sometimes it was dad
I remember those times, when I was a lad.
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